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Tangling with Traffic
Jan. 11th, 2001 11:43 pmI hate driving in this city. You can't go anywhere without running into construction. And now the highways are pretty torn up, so they're not very efficient. That makes getting anywhere on the opposite side of the city very difficult to get to. Especially getting to the airport when you haven't driven there before. Grr. I had to go pick up my dad, and couldn't find the street University. I've been on it before, it shouldn't be that difficult! I ended up pretty far from where I was supposed to be, but I eventually found University, and then it was easy to get to the airport. And I was only fifteen minutes late. And my dad wasn't on the verge of having puppies when I did get there. I call that progress on his part. Driving should be fun tomorrow too; it's supposed to snow in the afternoon. Albuquerqueans cannot drive in the snow. It rarely does snow (funny, this will the the third storm in three weeks), so if anyone actually does figure out how to deal with that slippery wet stuff on the roads, they forget by the next time it snows. Can't drive in the rain either. So if you're driving around Albuquerque on an August afternoon, be careful. You'd think we'd at least figure out how to deal with heavy rain, since when it does rain, it usually rains really damn hard. In August/September, it does so every freaking afternoon.
One more day before I leave! I'll probably have just one more dispatch from Albuquerque before I go back to school. If all goes smoothly, that is. That storm coming tomorrow? It's supposed to last through the night, thus possibly complicating leaving, since my flight is supposed to leave at 8:45 Saturday morning. It better leave, is what I've got to say about that.
Tomorrow we're having lasagne for dinner. Yum. Homemade stuff. And perhaps I will go over to UNM to see the All-State orchestra rehearse. I would go to the concert, but it's on Saturday, and I had better be on my way to Portland when the concert happens. I'll probably make another trip out to the memorial, too. I went today. I want to go back, though, to leave a little something there. The memorial is basically a path, two concentric circles. On the outer circle, there are four large stones set at the cardinal directions. On the inner circle, there are four smaller stones, each one with an engraved drawing, set at diagonals to the stones on the outer circle. One of the engravings is a feather, for creative writing; one is the comedy/tragedy masks, for theater/drama; one is a figure within a circle, for karate; the fourth is a saxophone, for music. In the very center is a spherical granite stone. Sometimes people leave things by the stones with the engravings. By the one with the saxophone, there used to be a bowtie from the Mariachi Band uniform. That's gone now, but now there are old reeds from wind instruments. I wonder how many people go to the memorial. I don't ever see anyone there, only evidence that someone has been there, things left there. Today there was a wrapped Starburst on top of the round stone in the center. There were footprints all along the path. I wondered whose they were. I wonder how many students still attending Academy go up there. It isn't very far from the main area of campus. The path begins at the amphitheater next to the music building and goes straight for 100 yards. The memorial is in the area where I went walking on the day that we heard.
On that note, I'll stop writing, because this is where my thoughts become diffuse, bits of memory flashing through my brain. Of building the memorial, of that day we heard...
One more day before I leave! I'll probably have just one more dispatch from Albuquerque before I go back to school. If all goes smoothly, that is. That storm coming tomorrow? It's supposed to last through the night, thus possibly complicating leaving, since my flight is supposed to leave at 8:45 Saturday morning. It better leave, is what I've got to say about that.
Tomorrow we're having lasagne for dinner. Yum. Homemade stuff. And perhaps I will go over to UNM to see the All-State orchestra rehearse. I would go to the concert, but it's on Saturday, and I had better be on my way to Portland when the concert happens. I'll probably make another trip out to the memorial, too. I went today. I want to go back, though, to leave a little something there. The memorial is basically a path, two concentric circles. On the outer circle, there are four large stones set at the cardinal directions. On the inner circle, there are four smaller stones, each one with an engraved drawing, set at diagonals to the stones on the outer circle. One of the engravings is a feather, for creative writing; one is the comedy/tragedy masks, for theater/drama; one is a figure within a circle, for karate; the fourth is a saxophone, for music. In the very center is a spherical granite stone. Sometimes people leave things by the stones with the engravings. By the one with the saxophone, there used to be a bowtie from the Mariachi Band uniform. That's gone now, but now there are old reeds from wind instruments. I wonder how many people go to the memorial. I don't ever see anyone there, only evidence that someone has been there, things left there. Today there was a wrapped Starburst on top of the round stone in the center. There were footprints all along the path. I wondered whose they were. I wonder how many students still attending Academy go up there. It isn't very far from the main area of campus. The path begins at the amphitheater next to the music building and goes straight for 100 yards. The memorial is in the area where I went walking on the day that we heard.
On that note, I'll stop writing, because this is where my thoughts become diffuse, bits of memory flashing through my brain. Of building the memorial, of that day we heard...
